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in n out - dramab2r lyrics

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[verse 1]
when i’m in the streets i’m on angles
ain’t no place in the city that i can’t go
and the b-tch wanna f-ck for the bankrolls ’cause i got bankrolls
and i’m in the bank when the bank close
used to sell the work, wasn’t quick enough
so i started robbin’ niggas, make ’em give it up
hittin’ licks, i was plottin’ for a big house
out in cali with the pounds, told him ship it out
but if it’s too much work, we’ll take the trip
so much work, i’ma make it flip
100 cash, i just make shit in two days
niggas lied on the truth, nigga, crime pays
b-tch wanna f-ck, had to tell her “ooh, wait”
swear her pussy sweet like kool-aid
if she wanted me to eat, i told her “no way”
b-tch, i ain’t tryna get a tooth ache
niggas get drunk, get too wasted
i already know niggas two faced it
niggas be thinkin’ they causin’ damage
shootin’ them glocks like i’m both handed
i could do work and i underhand it
niggas be snitches, can’t understand it
i get that check and i run it up
f-ck these b-tches, don’t mean nothin’ to us

[interlude]
nothin’ to us
f-ck these b-tches, don’t mean nothin’ to us
i still can’t find one to give my trust
still can’t find one to give my trust
yeah, i’ma go stack that money up
i’m gon’ stack this money up
i’m gon’ stack this money up

[verse 2]
so i need a check from a nigga if he wanna make a song
b-tch nigga, don’t play me wrong
’cause if he do then his family be cryin’, his funeral, playin’ his favorite song
claimin’ that he was a shooter, yeah, he had a gun, but he had his safety on
better not run up to one of my wolves, if he do, won’t even make it home
i f-ck on his b-tch with my ice on, she said, “ain’t no reason cut the lights on”
i keep it trill with my dogs, always one hunnid, whether they right or wrong
i been in the trap house, this shit boomin’, nigga, i been in there all night long
i can’t leave, i gotta eat
the fiends on tweak and i know they won’t sleep
if a nigga say it’s beef, f-ck that shit, we could shoot it out
gotta couple young niggas, they be movin’ out
spin his block, ain’t shit he could do about it
drop some niggas then we go play cool about it
man, niggas be lucky if they make it out
in the house, man, that’ll be a safer route
we could come and see what his men about
send them niggas beef like in-n-out, true

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